Lyrics: JOE BUDDEN "GIVE ME REASON" (0/1)

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Give Me Reason

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Give Me Reason

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Version 1 of the lyrics

Ladies and gentlemen, you now rockin' with the best

Whoahhhhhhhhh, whoa

Jersey City, stand up

Ladies and gentlemen, you now rockin with the best

(Geah) Jersey City, stand up

Patterson, stand up

Off top, just blaze

Off top.. Just Blaze!

[Joe Budden]

Hold up nigga, slow up nigga

Don't start a war unless your dough's up, nigga

Know what nigga? Joe's up nigga

Y'all shouldn't cry about it, grow up nigga

Guess what y'all? I know magic

I could make your pulse disappear and no hat trick

I could make your pulse dissapear and no hat trick

Death threats - it ain't phase me

Death threats, it ain't phase me

When I bring the T-Mac through the

When I bring the T Mac through the rucker y'all, it ain't tracy

Rucker y'all, it ain't Tracy

Sewed up nigga, low cut nigga

So keep talkin' bout your wrists froze up nigga

So keep talin bout your wrists froze up nigga

You might see thirty whips roll up nigga

You might see 30 whips roll up nigga

We be at the pawn shop givin your Rol' up nigga

We be at the pawn shop givin' your rol' up nigga

Just wanted to make that known, you

Just wanted to make that known, you seen New Jersey drive

seen _New Jersey Drive_

Round here, leave that Maybach home

Before we tick that homes, we be on y'all jerks

Before we vick that homes, we be on y'all jerks

You'll find out the hard way if your on star works, 'cause

You'll find out the hard way if your On*Star works, cause

I don't need a reason to bust my guns

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

So don't give me reason to bust my guns

I don't, need a reason to bust my guns

You might be the reason I bust my gun

So don't, give me reason to bust my guns

I don't need a reason to bust my guns

You might, be the reason I bust my gun

So don't give me reason to bust my guns

(Pa-pow, pa-pow - pa-pow, pa-pow)

You might be the reason I bust my gun

[Joe Budden]

'Til my day's up nigga, stay up nigga

Play Tony Montana, get your face cut nigga

That goes out to all of you play thug niggaz

How you want it, long nose or the trey snub nigga?

Return and die dog, if I start clappin in your crib

Return and die dog, if I start clappin' in your crib

Nah I ain't tryin to turn the lights off

Nah I ain't tryin' to turn the lights off

Trapped on the chain, got the jewels and cape

Be like Jared, subways made him lose his weight, but look

Be like Jared, Subways made him lose his weight, but look

I'm bout gettin' money for all races

I'm bout gettin money for all races

Only oldie but goodie I know is small faces

Wait, make you sure you heard right;

Wait, make sure you heard right, woulda been put the hit out

woulda been put the hit out

But I ain't tryin' to get my third strike

But I ain't tryin to get my third strike

Lace up nigga, say what nigga?

Your Maybelline raps that you make up nigga

Your Maybelline raps that you make-up nigga

Wake up nigga, stakes up nigga

For all my locked down and my cased up niggaz, 'cause

For all my locked-down and my cased-up niggaz, cause

I don't need a reason to bust my guns

[Chorus]

So don't give me reason to bust my guns

You might be the reason I bust my gun

I don't need a reason to bust my guns

So don't give me reason to bust my guns

You might be the reason I bust my gun

[Joe Budden]

Who's that nigga? New cat nigga

Don't disrespect, don't do that nigga

Hate to hear the sound of the tool clap nigga

Dual strap nigga when I do black niggaz

First hand with a three-eighty kickback

First hand with a three eighty kickback

Brains on your lap dog, babysit that

Look, it's my turf, get up off the stoop now

I'm Omar Epps, who got the juice now?

I'm Omar Epps, who got the "Juice" now?

Street love nigga, G's up nigga

You lookin' for a loan on your re up nigga

You lookin for a loan on your re-up nigga

Haters might wanna put hollows in ya

When you're young black spendin' like a lotto winner y'know

When you're young black spendin

like a lotto winner y'know

I'm grown up now, I'm done with Jake

When I say pounds y'all I'm talkin' bout London cake

When I say pounds y'all I'm talkin bout London cake

I can serve it to you uncut or somethin' baked

I can serve it to you uncut or somethin baked

Hope you ready for me folks, 'cause I'm comin' your way, 'cause

Hope you ready for me folks, cause

I'm comin your way, cause

I don't need a reason to bust my guns

So don't give me reason to bust my guns

[Chorus] - fades out

You might be the reason I bust my gun

I don't need a reason to bust my guns

So don't give me reason to bust my guns

You might be the reason I bust my gun

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